Monday, August 12, 2013

Fuck acknowledgement

If a tree falls in the woods and there's no one around, does it make a sound? The same can be said about people. If you don't acknowledge them, do they really exist? I couldn't care less, but apparently, those who get ignored, do. Like this one chick I know.

She's fake, from the inside out. Not only is her demeanor that of a spoiled princess, but there's nothing genuinely real about her; from her hair extensions, spray on tan, coloured contacts, square-tipped nails and imitation Louboutin heels. The only thing that is real are her breasts, which she flaunts and uses to get attention. Thankfully, I can see beyond tits.

While at a recent event, I saw her from the corner of my eye and let her pass behind me. She lingered for too long, waiting for me to say something to her. I didn't. So, like many egoists, if you don't pay attention to her, she'll have an 'episode' of sorts.

She spoke to D, a mutual friend, about how I didn't even acknowledge her at this event. Why should I? Just because we have a mutual friend? I know thousands of people (and a fair share of them are actual friends) and if I spent all day greeting them, I'd get nothing done. And she expects me to do that to someone who I don't even like? Fuck that.

You know what? You're a vain, entitled little girl who's pushing 30 (and looks 42) without a pleasant personality who some people (i.e. straight men who want to fuck her) tolerate, but no one really likes. So, stop pretending you're an adult, grow the fuck up and move on.